A boy of fifteen knelt beneath a darkening sky, feebly clutching a few flowers. Will placed them at the foot of his mother's grave, attempting to slow the flood of tears that threatened to rush out. Lyra wouldn't cry, he thought, and he slowly stood, looking lost and forlorn. He took a few stumbling steps, before he slumped against a strong tree.
Then, almost as if she were in a dream, a girl stepped out from behind a stone angel. She danced gracefully across the wet grass, her long blonde hair flying out from behind her and surrounding her in a feathery cloud. Her loose white gown twirled about her, nearly hypnotizing Will.
Suddenly, she spotted him, watching her carefully, and she stopped short, looking rather tired, but pleased, her cheeks rosy and her green eyes glinting in the twilight. She began to run away, but Will rose, and stopped her. He smiled at her, and took her hand, before leading her into a slow waltz. They sped up, and soon were dancing about the cemetery, laughing, until they finally collapsed in a heap. The girl sat up, and Will gazed into her merry eyes, almost seeing something of Lyra in them.
"Who are you?" he asked her tenderly, never taking his eyes off of her.
"I'm..."
Just as she spoke the low boom of a clock chiming the hour sounded from over the hilltop, and she stood up, suddenly alert.
"I must go. Good bye!" she called, as she leapt off as gracefully and silently as she had come.
"But what's your name?" Will cried after her, and his voice dropped as she ran out of sight. He stood, and sighed, before turning back to his mother's grave. He blew a kiss to her, and walked off the way the girl had run, blissful in the knowledge that someday, he would find her again. Perhaps she could be his Lyra, that missing part of his heart. Yes, he thought, I'll find her again.
